Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2021 12:33:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: "Shower Equipment" Chapter 5 GAY/ENCOUNTERS "Shower Equipment" by Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Readers: Please donate to Nifty.org. Their efforts bring us a lot of enjoyment. You can read donation gift details elsewhere on the Nifty.org site. Also, if you enjoy or dislike a story, please take a moment to let the author know your impression. V. The Saturday night sexploits in our bed, wore all of us out. We slept in Sunday morning, even turning our cell phones off. The guys had traded off on us; each taking their time to bull fuck us hard, face fuck us even harder it seemed, stuff their cocks down our throats and cum vast loads of rich Latino leche. By Sunday morning I was barely able to walk it seemed and Tom was prepping to be double-fucked, as I made my exit for the head and downstairs to brew coffee, which I knew would be in demand in due course. Taking my cell with me, I had multiple texts. As I sat uncomfortably sipping my coffee and reading the texts, I read that our insurance agent Ron and Tony his b/f, had heard we were planning a resort trip to Baja and wanted details. Doing the math, we still needed one couple if all the others confirmed, so I sent them the link and contact info, reporting that the available room was a double with ocean view. After hitting SEND, I paused and reflected that this was either going to be a SMASH HIT or the worst idea in modern times. Ten couples, 20 gay guys and "friends" descending on a small almost private remote resort; OMG what were we thinking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I began laughing and shaking my head when Juan entered the kitchen, poured a mug of coffee and asked what was funny? I relayed the pending event and he chuckled, then grabbed me and kissed me deeply. The kissing progressed to me sucking his cock as he sat on a barstool. He stood, just before cumming down my throat, then reached for his now empty, mug of coffee and handed it to me and made a pouty face like, look it's empty I need some more. I grinned and walked to the Bunn Coffee Maker, and was filling it when my cell announced a new text. It was Ron our agent, letting me know that Tony was on the phone with Jim at the Inn booking our room. We were now down to final booking a pair of rooms and four friends. Tom came downstairs waving his cell, with Pablo almost glued to his butt. Tom announced that Jake had just texted him their attendance and that Roy would be confirming the room with Jim that morning. I breathed a deep sigh, realizing that only Ben and Zach remained as pended invitees, but that theirs was a more challenging work environment and scheduling and that they'd already said it would be end of day Sunday, before they could commit. I sat back as Tom began breakfast. Juan and Pablo had the morning news on and were glued to the TV. They were to help Juan's sister paint her place that day and would be leaving right after breakfast. The house suddenly seemed quiet. We compared sex notes about the pair of studs we'd just spent hours with in the sack!!! I wanted and update on his double-dicking action, but he winked and walked away, pissing me off. The doorbell rang, it was neighbors Ben and Barry. Barry brought a tres leches cake, as a peace offering to salute the pair of Latin studs they'd both seen coming "no doubt in volumes" Barry remarked "and just going" added Ben, both laughing. The cake looked great. Both poured their mugs of coffee, sat at the counter and visited with us, getting details that they were really after anyway. I then gave them the rooming schedule and status, showing that all rooms except one were now booked and that I hoped to hear from Ben and Zach by end of day or perhaps tomorrow about their status. Ben and Barry both used Ben and Zach's Automotive for their own cars, it was very apparent they'd have customer issues if they shut down for 4 workdays (Thurs, Fri, Sat and Monday) and what would their other employees do or say as well. Those workers had bills to pay and could not just take off without pay. Most only got 5 days paid vacation anyway, and were usually time off around the holidays. We began making a provisions list and I explained the way the "extra friend fee" worked at the Inn. Essentially any tricks you pick-up and bring into the Inn incurs a fee per head of $25/night. I used the example of Juan and Pablo whom we'd be bringing along; and that we'd pay the Inn $25/each/night on top of our room bill. If you have no tricks, you pay only your room bill, etc; but add a trick/"friend" and you incur the fee. I added that Mitch and Todd would probably engage their "guides", Diego and Rafael, from their previous trip. I went on further to explain that our "guides" from the first trip were also named Juan and Pablo and that it may get tense if the current J&P pair, met the former. So we might have to offer the former pair to any interested parties, "wink, wink, wink" I blinked.....and grinned. More coffee poured and I called Jim at the Inn and wanted to just confirm the bookings he had, so that our records matched. I also reported that we'd probably know by end of week on the remaining room, well in advance of our closing guarantee date. I suggested he email me a preferred set of available foods, so I could share that info for better and advanced menu planning. Jim agreed that Chef Rodrgio would find that helpful, I paused and daydreamed about that fucking little stud bull and resumed the conversation. All seemed to be coming together. The other matter of interest and concern was transportation. Jim suggested he arrange the several cars at the rental agency vs individuals making reservations and perhaps getting "lost". The car charges could be settled as part of the hotel bill and arriving guests would simply need to show their hotel confirmation, get their keys and be off. More was coming together and the weekend seemed more and more, a real adventure. Ben and Barry left us to our chore of picking up the night's aftermath and getting ready for work Monday. Juan called to say they had an early job start and wouldn't be back Sunday night, but could meet us for drinks Monday and supper, if we were interested? We agreed and set the place and time, then took the rest of Sunday recovering from our fuck fest. A 10pm text from Zach, begged off for at least another day before making their decision. I replied and suggested they take until Friday if needed, but that had to be the end of the line AND reminded him that flight bookings would be increased the longer they delayed. I explained the car rental arrangement with the Inn and he thought that a great idea. Tom and I snuggled together, the first time since Thursday night. It was safe and peaceful and we woke rested and ready for a busy week at work. Monday, 5pm arrived and we met the guys at El Paso for drinks and dinner. The place was busier than usual and soon realized a birthday celebration was underway. We shared the plans that were about finalized and urged them to tell us if they could fly on our schedule or if the time off impacted their jobs? They'd told their employer, and got the ok for the time off. Their trip tasks were pretty easy, just to show up on time with a few clothes, legit travel docs, a bit of cash, a smile and when needed a hard dick. Both guys nodded, laughed and agreed they could cover the requirements. At dinner we learned they had another early start day Tuesday. We used the night to assemble various checklists, menu formats, rental car program needs, "extra friend fees", etc into a packet for distribution to The Group. Once Ben and Zach advised their decision, Tom would release the lists to the Group Members and by then most would have already made their flight plans and could reply to us with that set of info too. We crawled in the sack, queued up a PornHub video and jacked off. We lapped cum off each other and drifted off to sleep. Tuesday 10am, I got Ben's text apologizing for their delay. I thought this would be a decline, but not so. They figured a way to keep the shop open, let the guys meet customer needs and make a clean getaway from the garage demands. Zach reached the Inn to confirm their room, a double w/ocean view. All ten rooms were now booked. I sent a broadcast to everyone with the confirmed headcount and copied Jim at The Inn. The real pressure was now on us to generate the checklists, etc and menu options from which to choose, having received Jim's list of foods at this time of year. We spent much of Tuesday night formalizing our trip packet for distribution and Group Pricing of menu items, drinks, car rentals, etc. We proofed it Weds night, then sent the Package Info by email, for the individuals to specify their varied selections. I was eager for this repeat escape and with all these friends, perhaps recur annually or semi-annually. The days crawled by, then one day it was the Monday of our travel week. Our straight couple next door agreed to collect mail and papers so they didn't accumulate. I took off the Tues. following our return as a trip ramp-down day. Tom was taking off Weds. before the travel day to pack, etc. All seemed set and ready for the trip. Weds. night, Juan and Pablo showed up with their totes, smiles, and showed dicks arching out from their cotton shorts, and clearly commando beneath. We had a good fuck and suck fest that night, then crashed, waking in plenty of time for a relaxed breakfast and swim. Thursday the flights to paradise ensued. Our Alaska Airlines A320 took us on a 2 ½ hour flight. A few of us booked early enough to get that entire available 1st Class seating. Steve was in seat 1A. Mitch and Todd were in seats 1 D and F. We four were in seats 2 A, C, D and F. Ben and Barry were in seats 3A and C while Jack and Dean were in seats 3D and F. On the same flight in Premium seating were Ben and Zach in 6A and C; Roy and Jake in 7A and C; Ron and Tony were in 7D and F. A pair of Canadians on a first trip to Cabo, and whom we'd be seeing a lot more of as the trip evolved, Serge and Pavel, were in 6D and F. Brad, Mark and both Dans flew down in Brad's plane, a vintage Rockwell Aero-Commander 690B. It would take them a bit over 3.5 hours to fly down. We were scheduled to depart LAX at 12:15 with an ETA of about 3:45. Brad and his companions would arrive approximately 4:30. This allowed us ample time to meet at the car rental place, load all our gear and head off to The Inn; arriving for our welcome check-in, settling in our rooms, then a meet and greet drinks and supper. The flights came off without a hitch and quite smooth. The Pacific stretched out to the west and the Canadian guys were mesmerized by its size and beauty. Even more so, as we approached the Cabo Intl airport, they again expressed awe at the raw beauty. Not long after though, their trip plans ran into turbulence. We all headed for the same rental car agency, but Serge and Pavel learned their booked vehicle, was not serviced and had some engine problems and it would be another day, before the repairs were completed. All the other rentals were booked for our party. They then learned that their hotel was overbooked and their room would not be ready for another day. As they were flying down this Thursday and returning Sunday, their trip would be hit hard by these delays; not to mention, booking a room in Cabo on the same day would be costly. Ever the planner, Steve intervened as he was getting his SUV; they could ride with him and he offered to share his room if they were interested though it only had a king bed and mountain views. After a brief discussion in French, they agreed but wanted to pay for half the room; which Steve declined, but said they could pay the "friend fee of $25/each per night" to which they eagerly agreed. So now we were off to The Inn, with two new friends. Our ranks had grown to 23 in just a few short. Serge and Pavel were astounded at Steve's courtesy and as we'd later learn, equally enamored of his sexual prowess.